Kacey turned to look at me, and because she was practically sitting in my lap, her face was inches from mine. Her face was open, her features even more striking this close, free of the elaborate makeup she usually wore.
“Why would he need to trust me?” she asked.
Shit. Good question. “He doesn’t trust anyone new around me,” I said, infusing my words with as much nonchalance as possible. “Since my surgery, he’s become ridiculously overprotective.”
“Why? I mean, aside from the obvious reasons.”
“My regimen is pretty severe and he worries I’ll become distracted.”
“He’s worried I’ll corrupt you? Take you out for steak and booze?”
I glanced at this girl who wasn’t used to being trusted and heard myself say, “He doesn’t trust women around me. Because of Audrey. My last girlfriend.”
Now Kacey sat up and turned her full attention toward me. “Audrey. Is she the girl…?” She pointed at a framed shot of Audrey and me at Carnegie that hung on the wall next to the AC unit.
“That’s her,” I said. “We were together for three years. We traveled a lot and planned to keep traveling after graduation. To see the great cities of the world and be inspired by their art.”
“She worked in glass too?”
“No, a painter. We had a life planned out, and then it fell apart and she didn’t know how to cope with the chaos. She was with me in South America when I got sick, and flew home with me while I waited for a donor heart. But being around illness or hanging around hospitals wasn’t her thing.”
Kacey leaned back, a shadow crossing her face. “What happened?”
“She stuck it out until I got the call that a heart had come available.”
Kacey’s eyes widened, “She left? While you were about to have a heart transplant?”
“More or less,” I said. “But the upshot is, she told Theo she was leaving and it turned him into a paranoid guard dog…”
“What about you?” Kacey cut in.
I tensed. “What about me?”
“She left. Is that why you stick so religiously to your schedule? To protect yourself?”
Words stuck in my throat and I could only nod.
“I’m sorry if that’s personal,” she said. “I was thinking about how we’ve both been hurt by people who were supposed to love us. I protect myself too. By drinking, partying, making loud music.” She turned back to face the television. “I hate that people leave when they’re supposed to stay.”
I nodded, at a loss for words. We watched the movie and ate our popcorn, while the minutes ticked closer to tomorrow.
Onscreen, a young woman thrashed in her bed. Her boyfriend screamed as the girl died a bloody death, her body dragged up the wall and cut to ribbons by unseen hands.
Kacey buried her face in my shoulder. “Tell me when it’s over,” she said, her voice muffled.
“What, this scene?”
She nodded against me, clutching my arm. Her hair was soft against my cheek.
On the TV, the boyfriend’s screaming stopped. “Okay, she’s a goner,” I said.
Kacey turned her head to peek at the screen with one eye, then both. “Sorry. I’m a total wimp about horror movies.”
“It was your idea.”
“It’s a great movie.”
“But you’re scared to even watch it.”
“So?” Her challenging eyes were bright and vibrant, as if backlit with a cerulean light. “What’s your point?”
“No, nothing,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Makes total sense.”
Kacey elbowed my side, then curled into it again.
She felt so soft and warm against me, while I was a brick wall with my hands tucked under my crossed arms to keep from seeking her. I wanted to fill my hands with Kacey; hold hers, or lay my palm on the bare skin of her thigh that was pressed against mine. Or put my arm around her because—my God—wasn’t this the last time I’d ever sit on a couch with a girl and watch a movie again? Have her hide her head in my shoulder during the scary parts, or share a bowl of popcorn? This was my life, what was left of it, and I was missing it.
I tried to lose myself in the movie. Minutes ticked by. Onscreen, a young, feathered-haired Johnny Depp failed to stay awake despite certain death. “You had one job, Johnny,” I intoned.
Kacey buried her face in my shoulder, her fingers clenched around my arm, as Johnny was sucked into his bed and a geyser of blood erupted to spray the room.
“Tell me when it’s over.”
“How would I know if it’s over?” I said, laughing. “You’ve already seen this.”
“Twice.”
“All right, the screaming’s stopped, you can come out.”
Kacey lifted her head and Jesus, she was so beautiful. Her laughing eyes exhilarated, as if she’d just gotten off a rollercoaster.
Her beauty sucked my breath away. If I kept sitting here with her, I was going to do something stupid. Something unfair to the both of us.
I got up, muttering about needing the bathroom. I felt all long the right side of my body an unpleasant coolness where she had been touching me and now she was not. In the bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.